The mighty beast roared at the heroes as it looked at them with that disgusting big eye of his. What's even more uncomfortable was that Rigby and Mordecai knew this bastard will take many hits for him to reveal his dirty little secret. They were in deep trouble now. Eight of them against a Goliath-like monster, trapped in an enclosed arena, with a few cabins that are temporary refuge spots before being destroyed by the hands of El Gigante... Could things get any worse?
"So you two know how to defeat this guy, right?" Benson inquired at the duo, still staring at the giant. They nodded without looking at him, though they gulped for a moment.
"We do, but this motherf-er is one tough son of a bitch. It might take us an half hour for him to be weakened enough to show his weakness point." Rigby answered, his voice trembling at some points.
"Do we just go Leeroy Jenkins on him, or do we make up a strategy on how to kick this filthy fuck's warted ass?" Muscle Man questioned. Suddenly, Skips fearlessly took a step forward. Gripping his large axe tighter, he squinted at the creature, his eyebrows meeting at the middle again.
"Why not both? We rain attacks on him while at the same time, we come up with strategies on how to send him back to Hell." The yeti warrior retorted, walking up to the boss like the badass he always is. Reluctantly, his comrades behind him followed, taking more careful steps as they transversed to the hideous behemoth.
"En guarde." Skips warned. Going to his fighting stance, he pulled the axe out of its sheath on his back. The guys fumbled for their own weapons, praying that they won't get crushed by the gigantic foot of El Gigante. Rigby, though, was obviously the most nervous wreck.
"Crap, Technomancer skills won't work on this bitch. What do you think should I do, Mordecai?" He whispered to his buddy.
"Try changing classes, dude. I recommend changing to Rogue or Steampunk Master." The blue jay replied, his voice slightly shaking as he gripped his sword tighter. Rigby thought this was a great idea, so he settled on the former choice. Typing codes on his Technomancer keyboard, a yellow light glowed around him. His robe changed into a dark jacket, the hood over his head. A black mask was accompanied to his outfit. Grabbing his Akimbo daggers, he prepared for the battle.
"El Gigante... ATACAR!" The booming voice ordered. Obliging, the behemoth roared loudly, charging to the group afterwards. Everyone jumped out of the way, with Skips managing to swing his axe to the monster's foot. It groaned in pain, but continued to attack. It tried to stomp Rigby, but he backflipped out of the way. As its foot dug too deep to the ground, the workers grabbed the opportunity to attack it without ceasing. It was Benson's poisoned tip arrows that seemed to work the most on Gigante. However, to his bad luck, he ran out.
"Well ain't that annoying..." He muttered to himself as he had no choice but to use default arrows. Fortunately, though, as the beast yanked its foot out, it was too damaged for him to charge. As a result, it settled on walking with a slight limp.
"The long-ranged ones should aim for his head at this point, bros! I've played enough video games for this!" Muscle Man apprised, and that was what they did. Mordecai, Rigby, Muscle Man, Thomas, and Skips continued on attacking its legs. Benson, Pops, and Fives targeted for its head. Thanks to this strategy, in a matter of minutes, the behemoth fell on its knees. Gigante vociferated loudly in a way that even the thunders will be put to shame. And right then, its back opened. A hideous tentacle-like appendage wriggled out of it, and it crazily swayed around.
"It's the Plaga! Quick, Rigby! Run up to him and try slice it off!" Thomas shouted. The raccoon quickly followed, sprinting up to the giant on all fours. As he stood beside the weak spot, he wildly sliced and diced, affecting the beast even more. The others didn't think twice to aid him in attacking, and they unleashed their own set of attacks. This didn't last long, though. The Plaga went back inside Gigante, and the latter grabbed the astonished raccoon. It threw Rigby back to the group, making all of them fall back to the ground.
"Oh shoot! We pissed him off!" Fives remarked, noticing the monster's face turn with an even nastier look. It grabbed the nearby tree. As Pops stood up, he failed to notice the giant about to convey the tree to him with a swivel. As a result, the lolliman was sent away into the wall, rendering him unconscious for a minute.
"POPS!" The gang called out. However, there was no time to worry about him, as Gigante prepared to slam them to the ground again with its trusty tree. They split up, going on their separate ways to attack this abomination. Thinking sharply, the monster did a twist, swaying his weapon along. This attack successfully hit everyone, mostly Mordo.
"Shit, we underestimated him too much." Rigby uttered, standing up. Benson, who was beside him, nodded agreeingly.
"When I watched you two play that Capcom game, he looked pretty easy." Benson recalled, coughing afterwards. Just then, he remembered an important fact: If they all die here, his only job will be in ruins. Their other friends cannot bear them passing away. Gaining a surge of hope, the gumball machine stood up, grabbed an arrow, and set it on fire. Accurately, he shot the monster's giant left eye. It wailed in pain as his visionary organ blazed majestically.
"Woah... Good call, Benson!" Thomas complimented. The boss nodded with a slick smile on his face. The others gained footing as well. More determined now, they planned their attacks on their own, which consisted of attacking various parts of his body, pulling of combos, and even using the Super Jump potion they were rewarded for beating Mega Tree Creature. This game plan was fatally effective on Gigante; moreover, this caused its Plaga to burst out once again. Vowing to kill him on this second, Skips and Muscle Man took the behemoth down by slicing and pounding his foot off respectively. The monster fell to the ground. Fives then casted a spell that temporarily froze its body, or what he said, "Rigéscunt Exponentia." They all attacked for its weak spot. They were so enraged that they almost failed to notice that Gigante wasn't breathing anymore. They glanced at his eyes, which was closed. Indeed, the Goliath has fallen. The Park workers cheered for their victory.
"He may be the hardest one yet, but no one, NO. ONE. Can take us down." Pops acclaimed, skipping happily.
The booming voice laughed. A clapping sound was heard.
"Excellent work, you magnificent bastards! You managed to take down El Gigante. To be fair, he was somewhat of a mindless nutcase." Darthon admitted. The group snickered at this, slinging insults quietly.
"But, to make up for it, you will experience your greatest battle yet the day after tomorrow. ME!" He bellowed, laughing evilly. A murder of crows coincidentally flew above the arena, making them a bit worried.
"For now, you fools may take a rest. Go save the energy you all can gather, because tomorrow, I will deliver a gauntlet crescendo on your asses. Farewell, you noobs!" He announced again. The blood red sky turned black once again. Shaking off the fear-inducing news, they set up their camp just outside the battlefield, where they had roasted meat for a night meal.
After every man had upgraded their weapons and skills in exchange for experience points, they called it a day and went inside their tents. A more peaceful sleep commenced that night.